The giant beast that stood in the way was covered with scars.

The marks of the flame's high temperature burned, like the hideous wounds cut by the winch wheel, and countless tooth marks and claw marks.

Most of the marks were new, and some of the wounds even had purple blood flowing from them.

Now you don't have to guess to know what happened to the traces of movement and battle before.

Anhill put his finger on the trigger, but didn't immediately attack.

The chop gale, and the Odd-Faced Clansmen carrying stretchers, were quietly retreating, trying to retreat in a roundabout way.

Until they withdraw from a safe distance, it is better not to start a fight.

However, the monster's actions are always difficult to follow the hunters' wishes.

Probably still remembering Ted's breath, Behemoth, who was slow-paced, suddenly accelerated and chased after the evacuating team.

"Stop it!" Gordon yelled, charged to meet the attack, and Anhill immediately launched a fire suppression.

Faster than Gordon, Hayatta rushed to Behemoth, and she didn't choose to meet Behemoth head-on, her steps staggered, and she flashed past Behemoth diagonally.

The unsheathed blade pulled out a flash of light and sliced across Behemoth's forearm, slicing a long, narrow wound.

The wound wasn't deep, not even bloody, but it was enough for Behemoth to feel pain and get it noticed.

Behemoth slowed down, his gaze turned away from the stretcher on which the two long-legged stretchers were running, and he looked down at Hayata, who dared to attack it on his own initiative.

Without any hesitation, the terrifying claws larger than the hunter's entire body swung and grabbed.

Hayatta immediately turned sideways, avoiding a frontal hit by the claws, and raised the sword grate, trying to defend against the claw attack with a strong slash and launch a counterattack.

However, Behemoth's random claw was far stronger than she expected.

Not to mention that the rigid blade slashed back, at the moment when the claw came into contact with the sword body, if she hadn't done her best to unload the force, I am afraid that she would have been shot out with the sword.

Although the process was a bit thrilling, it finally stopped Behemoth's pursuit and managed to distract it for a few seconds.

Gordon took the opportunity to approach Behemoth's head, drew his sword and briefly charged his strength, slashing the inscription greatsword before the latter could react.

The astonishingly sharp golden blade successfully cut through the not thick skin of Behemoth's head, and Behemoth turned his head in anger and opened his mouth to bite it.

Gordon, who had already been prepared, raised his left hand, snapped the projector, and took a big step back with the recoil of the intensified shot, avoiding the bite while carrying the big sword, and entering the true posture.

Behemoth, who had bitten into the air, turned his eyes to Gordon.

And Gordon, who had completed the preparation of the three-stage charged slash with extreme speed, roared and swung the great sword.

"What a charge!"

The sword slammed firmly between the horns of Behemoth's head, the segmented blade tearing open the scalp, leaving a massive wound of flesh turned out.

The force carried by the blade was not exhausted, and Behemoth's head sank downward.

Gordon was slightly happy in his heart.

The battle has just begun, and you can find an opportunity to strike first, and you are lucky.

But he immediately reined in the mood.

If you change the opponent, let alone those flying dragon species, even if it is an ancient dragon level opponent, if you are hit in the head by this sword, your head will have to be smashed on the ground and listen to the sound.

But Behemoth was too strong.

The neck is even thicker than the head under the large muscles, which gives it the ability to resist unreasonable blows.

The full force of the explosion of true charge slashed, and its head only sank slightly, and then, it raised its head against the big sword in Gordon's hand.

Its blood was like boiling magma, shining a dangerous red light through its skin.

The scarlet beast pupils stared at him deadly.

Gordon's heart pounded.

At this moment, he felt that he was locked by some kind of qi machine, and there seemed to be countless sharp needles in the air, against every pore in his body.

Even if you just move, it will become full of holes.

"Beware! It's eyeing you! Maca shouted a reminder.

Is this what it's like to be watched by Behemoth?

Gordon tugged at the corners of his mouth, no wonder he said that the avant-garde who was responsible for attracting was under a lot of pressure.

"Boom!"

A claw that was much faster than the previous one fell, and Gordon immediately slid sideways and stepped out of the way.

The claws fell against his chest, smashing a cracked crater in the dark gray basalt floor.

The strength of this claw, even if he takes a stance in one go, it is difficult to carry it.

With a wave of claws, top horns, and gnawing, Behemoth's attack was faster and faster, and Gordon dodged with all his might, not daring to take it hard.

At this time, it is not wise to use counterattack moves such as one-shot moves, and with Behemoth's ability to resist hits, it is difficult to interrupt Behemoth's attack with one or two counterattacks and create a flaw.

If you attack rashly, you can easily be crushed to death by subsequent combos.

In order to relieve Gordon's pressure, the other three hurriedly stepped up their attacks, but Behemoth stared at Gordon as if he didn't feel it, staring at his red eyes and chasing Gordon vigorously.

The dreary heartbeat of the beast grew faster and faster like a war drum, shaking the hunters' eardrums.

The reddish-orange glow emanating from the inside of its chest grew brighter and brighter, spreading to its head, neck, and arms.

"Be careful! A powerful attack is coming! Anhill, who is the farthest away and has the best view, reminds loudly.

Sure enough, Behemoth slammed his claws into the ground and roared with his head held high.

"Roaring ——!"

Surging energy poured into the ground, and countless golden-red cracks appeared on the ground in front of it.

Gordon seized the opportunity and immediately took two quick steps sideways, swooping and rolling to barely break out of the dangerous area where the ground was flooded.

I didn't have time to get up, so I half-crouched and set up my big sword and entered a defensive stance.

In the next second, the earth burst open like an erupting volcano.

Blazing flames and rubble swept all around.

The massive impact slammed into the sword, pushing Gordon backwards for several meters, but the defensive stance remained firmly maintained and was not broken.

After confirming that there was no big problem on Gordon's side, Anhill breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Now, even the explosion is complete." ”

"Boom!"

There was no such thing as a stiff time, and Behemoth, who had detonated the earth, turned around and slammed his claws again.

Gordon had no time to respond better, so he had to roll and dodge again, but Behemoth's physical strength was simply endless, and he kept swinging his claws to attack, forcing Gordon into danger in the blink of an eye.

Hayatta ventured to unleash an air blade, slicing open another wound in Behemoth's rock-hard shoulder.

Absorbing the essence of the monster, Maca also flew up and rushed into Behemoth's line of sight, swirling at its side face in an attempt to distract it.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

Seeing this, Anhill filled the supernova into the crossbow as quickly as he could.

Now that there was no room to save his hole cards, he decisively pulled the trigger.

The disemboweling supernova drew a clear line of fire in the night, exploding at Behemoth's side.

The violent explosion caused it to stagger, and the rhythm of the combo was interrupted.

Gordon, who had gained a precious respite, seized the time to distance himself a little, adjusted his posture and regrouped, calmed his emotions and opened a state of courage.

A blue light flashed from under his eyes.

The calm and fearless courage combined with the fanatical desire to attack of the awakened [Wild Stripes] armor finally reached a wonderful balance.

"Shhh

Gordon, re-assemble your greatsword.

"Go on!"

(End of chapter)